~Being a Gentleman~
Harry Hart runs his fingers lightly down the spin of the shaking young man under him. He leans over to press kisses to sweaty shoulders, his hands running down heaving ribs to grasp bony hips, thumbs rubbing over hipbones. A nod has Harry gently pulling out and thrusting back in, drawing out groans and gasps and moans. Harry nuzzles the man's throat, gently biting, while his hands come up to pinch at hard nipples.
Arms collapse, and the body under the Kingsman falls, chest now pressed against cotton sheets, arse raised higher, allowing Harry to thrust deeper. Hips roll and thrust back, warm walls clutching his prick tighter. Fucking tease. He growls much to the breathless laughter of the young man under him. Cheeky boy. He pulls out, smirking at the whine of disappointment that escapes his boy's throat, and flips him onto his back, sinking back into the warm body with ease, kissing pouting lips.
The thrusting starts up again, and Harry is awarded with more of those beautiful sounds from pink swollen lips. Strong hands come up to dig into the meaty part of his shoulders, using it as leverage to pull him down to kiss him again. Harry grabs pale thighs and pulls them higher up on his hips, pressing his body down on the squirming one under him, trapping the neglected erection between them. A broken "please" has him reaching between them to grasp the hot flesh, thrusting right into the one spot that he has been deliberately avoiding all night while twisting his wrist. With a strangled scream, his boy comes, painting the both of them in white.
And what a sight it is. His boy- his stubborn, caring, intelligent, smart-mouth boy- lying pliant and loose, shining with release and sweat. Blond hair tussled and messy, eyes hazy with pleasure. Hickeys and bruises litter pink skin. Mouth swollen and bitten. It was all too much- with a stutter and a groan, Harry floods the tight, hot tunnel with his release, earning himself a moan from the well-used boy, whispering "Eggsy" against a red ear. He pulled out and chuckles at the whine that is produce. "Galahad" grabs a rag from the bedside table and whips them down, smirking as the young man's legs opens wider and he groans as the rag circles his puffy and well used hole.
Eggsy glares half-heartedly and mutters, "Don't start unless you want to go again." Despite his initial reaction, his erection was slowly rising and filling again.
"What kind of gentleman would I be to leave you like this?"